Smoke Dza - Leana Horns lyrics

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Ft. Al-Doe, NymLo & R.F.C.

(Intro)

Yeah, it's the Kush God Smoke DZA

And ya now listenin' to Leana Horns ft. my brothers

Al-Doe and NymLo

(Verse: Smoke DZA)

(Kush God, bitch, lost under commission)

(Fuck all the bullshit)

Right, push backwards and blow duthies

Smoke luxury, nigga flow been ugly

Since Huffies, niggas can't fuck with me

Damn near made rugby

Back track make yo memory fuzzy

Headed up by me, I'm hot

I'm back to back with Ras

He pass the pot, so grass

A lot seen, good energy, good vibes and

Whether in the hood or on the good island

Errbody rap, errbody whylin'

Smooth roads neva made good drivers

Clear skies neva made good pilots

Smoke DZA, nigga, only one, and I'm him

Big nigga with the stands on

Kushed Godzilla, crush everything my hands on

Pillow talkin', get that nigga some tampons

This real shit, rare form

(Hook break)

(Verse 2: Al-Doe)

Tax free, dark drinkin' Macallo and Jack D.

Johnny Walker, only sippin' if it's blue label

All my niggas is tastin', we at the cool table

Outta town breaks, music of the drugs, you know I'm around base

Ten plates, no, I do ???

The black J mean the tooth-o heart

Still sellin' on this Buddho God

I just caught a flight, had to serve Bruno Mars

I stay clean, sick of rattin' some shades, I'm James Dean

If I'm meetin' with ye in the same team

I got jinky eye bitches that model for Beijing

Ha, drug dealer, I was born that

Stay around keys and drums, now where my horns at?

(Hook break)

Yeah, it's the Kush God Smoke DZA

And ya now listenin' to Leana Horns ft. my brothers

Al-Doe and NymLo

Really fuckin' cool ride

(Verse 3: NymLo)

Koheeba in my ashtray

Blonde shotgun is my Cuban

She only here on a Visa tho'

I taught her to tell the FEDs she a student

It's only right cuz she give me brain

She love a fly nigga so I dress plain

I could fuck around and fly into the towers

Thought it off for 50 cent, now I got power

Now I got powder, heaven on the sour

Plus the Mac11 for these muthafuckin' cowards

Young short stop, look, they runnin' to the base

You fuck my money up, you get a gun into yo face

The beat knockin', streets watchin'

In my block fo'eva high, they no heat droppin'

It's get money or die, ain't no three options

And bitch, you get my niggas off, she like three cockring(?)

Slow